AN: Written in response to prompt on GKM:

Quinn seduced Kitty because she could. They begin a guilty pleasure older/younger Mentor/Mentee With Benefits arrangement, fucking anytime Quinn is in Lima and by phone, Skype, dirty pictures on phone, etc.

Supremacy Part 1, Prologue

Being back in Lima isn't exactly how I wanted to spend Thanksgiving. Over-cooked turkey and my drunken mother don't quite make for a joyous holiday. But I'd promised. And unlike some past graduates, I was going to keep that promise.

Standing back on that stage was a trip. Being around my friends, singing together, it almost felt like I'd never left. I had to remind myself that I'd moved onto better things. Yale. Secret Societies. Steven, my professor.

From the stage to Breadstix, everything felt exactly like it used to be. Joking, laughing, telling stories of our new lives. I had to make sure everyone knew how far I'd come. I wasn't the pregnant, rebellious, wheelchair bound cheerleader I was in high school. I was ruling my life.

I subtly tell them about my life at Yale. Straight A's. Joining a secret society that has Hillary Clinton and Jennifer Beales as past members. Everyone's expressions light up. They're impressed. Except for Santana. Her face remains unchanged. I know somewhere underneath she's jealous of me, but she keeps trying to act like she's better than me. What's she done with her life? Back flips and one night flings with experimenting collage girls I'm sure.

The following day we're back in the hallways. It's eerie, I know some of the others have been back since graduating, but this is the first time I've seen these corridors in months. Passing our old lockers brings back memories, good, bad, and others that I'm not sure how to feel about.

The choir room feels even stranger, not that long ago we were all sitting in those seats, waiting for the weeks project. This week, we were the project. Getting matched up with a new glee member to help mentor them sounded lame, but much better than spending any time with my family.

As Finn says that I'm paired with a girl named 'Kitty' a short Blonde cheerio bounces up to me, and before I know what's happening her arms are around me. Finn says that we're here to help with anything. I make a quip about the one small pill that would have saved my entire sophomore year, and Kitty mentions that we're so much alike. I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this girl, but she seems to idolise me, so I think I'll keep her around.

The rest of the day and the next becomes a bit of a blur. Kitty shows me her locker, which contains my picture and tells me that every morning she thinks 'what would Quinn Fabray do?' It's nice to know I'm remembered the way I should be, on top, leading this school.

I confront the Puckerman brothers. Not so much because of that Marley girl, mostly so I can show Puck that I'm not the same girl that left McKinley. I'm confident, strong, and completely in control. Of everything. Even them.

Once I'm across the piano from Santana, I know this is my time to prove myself to her. I tell her about the Professor I'm sleeping with. She laughs it off, saying that I'm using another man to define myself. How dare she say something like that. I'm the only person that defines myself. Can't she see how amazing my new life is? That I can do anything, anyone I want?

I ask her what she's been doing with her life, waving pom poms in Kentucky. She doesn't seem to loose face, but as I told the girls earlier, we're so close I can tell I hit a nerve. Next thing I know she's bringing Beth into all this and I slap her. She slaps me back instinctively, and I'm glad Britt walked in when she did. Fighting San isn't something I was planning on doing. Ever again. That's the only thing I'd ever admit that she was better at. I quickly left the choir room, knowing exactly who I was looking for.

Ok, she obviously wasn't impressed by my budding relationship with a more distinguished man. Or anything to do with my new life. Maybe I had to use something different to prove I was better than her. That I was obviously doing wonders in my new life. And I knew exactly what currency Santana dealt in.

Blonde Cheerleaders.